"I should say there was no driving necessary," he observed.

"Daniels seems to be already the chosen guardian and adviser.
I do realize what I'm doing, Captain, and," deliberately, "I shall do it." "John, Emily--" "Hush! I like you, Captain Obed.

I don't wish to quarrel with you.

Take my advice and omit that young lady's name." Captain Obed made one last appeal.
"John," he pleaded, desperately, "don't! I know you're sort of--sort of tied up to Holliday Kendrick; I know you feel that you are.

But this ain't a question of professional honor and that kind of stuff.